And the Tool of the Year Award Goes to...

Hello readers, if any of you are still out there. :)

I'm going to get straight to the point of this post... because people are ridiculous. And some people should not be allowed to have children.

A couple of months ago, this taller, middle-aged gentleman was sitting in the kids' area with his daughter who was about 3, and a baby in a baby carrier. He was well-dressed and groomed (unlike many patrons of our library), but also looked harried and uncomfortable. As I shelved, I was coming up with potential life stories for him. I kind of felt sorry for the guy because he just couldn't seem to handle his kids, and I thought maybe he was a single dad, or he just had them for the weekend or something.

Then he and the baby carrier baby disappeared, and his 3 year old was just hanging out at a kid computer by herself. I figured he had gone somewhere else in the library (parents do that all the time, they go get on an adult computer or spread out at a table somewhere), so I didn't really think much of it. A few minutes later, I noticed she was looking around for him. Then she came up to me and asked me to help find her Daddy.

I nodded and she took my hand and we started walking around the library. He wasn't anywhere.

I told her to go sit back down at the computer and that I would find him for her. On my way to find my supervisor (S) for her help, I saw that dad was out in the parking lot, on the phone and smoking a cigarette. I told S the situation, and where the dad was, and she marched right out into the parking lot to get him.

When he came back into the library, he went pretty leisurely over to the kiddie computers, and I heard him say to his daughter, "I told you I was going out to feed your sister." Seriously, guy? She's THREE. You don't leave your 3 year old in a public space alone so you can go have a smoke and take a phone call AND use the excuse that you're feeding the baby.

So. Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago. I come out from the back of the library, and a couple of my co-workers are at the help desk talking about some sketchy guy in the library. I turn around to see who they're talking about, and it's the dad, so I throw in my experience with him. Which isn't unique it seems like (he brought the baby carrier to the desk once and asked if the librarians could watch his kid... WHO DOES THAT) He apparently has three adorable children, and a wife. One of his daughters, she's about 2 perhaps, was wearing sock-monkey footie pajamas and had been running around all happy-like, like happy 2-year-olds do.

A few minutes later, we're at the desk, and we see happy 2-year-old run across the front of the library and out the doors into the parking lot. I start to go after her, as does another one of my co-workers, and we look around for Mr. Clueless. He's glancing around for her, and I look at him and inform him that "She just ran out the door" with a little louder than library level voice, and a point towards the doors. He uttered a curse word to himself and ran out the door.

My angry co-worker by this time had grabbed a sheet with our child supervision policy that says children must remain within sight and hearing distance of their parent/guardian at all times. She walked up to him as he walked inside and he made some comment about her (the kid) being fast and she escaped before he noticed. She held up the piece of paper and tried to hand it to him. He shrugged her off and laughed, so she replied, "You need to take this and read it." And that was that.

A few days later, one of our volunteers came into the back looking worried and troubled. She spoke to one of my co-workers, and I found out that some library patron had said lewd things to her while she was shelving and that he was basically following her around. And I bet you can guess who it was.

And that, my dear readers, is why he wins the Tool of the Year Award.

The Adventures of Monkey Boy

Most of the time, one of the biggest reasons I enjoy my job is due to my interaction with the children that come to the library. For example, one of my favorite things is when I'm working in the bomb room, and a little kid will pull back the flaps covering the book drop and peek through to see where it is exactly that the books go. If I'm working back there and I see them, I'll usually smile and say hello. Sometimes they'll say hi back, or ask where the books go, but most of the time, the flaps drop back really quickly when they realize they've been caught peeking into what I assume they think of as a hidden, top-secret place.

The other day I got to show a little girl and her younger brother how to use their library cards to check out their books, they were so adorable and so excited, and another little boy got excited when I brought him a Batman book. Little kids' excitement over books is awesome to me and I love to see kids who are genuinely interested in reading. Like I said, it's these kids I enjoy and make me enjoy my job.

So that brings me to The Adventures of Monkey Boy. MB was probably about 3 years old. He came in one afternoon with a guy who's a regular at the library (the type of regular who comes in just about every day to use our computers). I have a feeling he had gotten roped into babysitting for this afternoon and wasn't really into it. So he comes in, and lets MB loose in the children's section while he sits at a computer somewhat nearby, but still pretty much out of sight of the majority of the children's section.

I was shelving books, and he was just kind of moseying around, being a kid, looking at books, etc. He was pretty cute and tame, so I didn't really have a problem keeping an eye on him. So I continued on shelving. A while later, I noticed he had sort of latched himself onto a family that was visiting. The mother had brought in her son and daughter, and was trying to sit the two of them down with her at a table for some reading time. Instead, MB was engaging the son, getting him to run around with him and climb on the furniture. I looked over and noticed the mom getting a tad exasperated, but she was still doing her best to keep her children to themselves.

Then MB decided that books = footballs. To prove this was so, he started picking books off the shelves and drop-kicking them. I glanced over at his "babysitter," who was sitting oblivious at his computer, then hurried over to MB and told him that we didn't treat books the way he was treating them. By this time, the mom was looking particularly annoyed, so I went to B (one of my supervisors) and told him what was going on. He came over and just watched for a bit to witness MB misbehavior himself, and when he started climbing on a chair, to the point that he was on the back of it, he went and got Mr. Oblivious, who took him back over to the computer where he was.

Mom was grateful, and the children's section was peaceful again.

Until a few minutes later when I looked over at the self-check in the children's section. MB had grabbed the bottle of hand sanitizer, and proceeded to use about half of it in 2 minutes. His hands were the cleanest little kid hands in the library, I'm sure, and about half of the counter and card reader was probably extra-sanitized, too, from the amount of hand sanitizer he had managed to get everywhere. I went to B again and told him what had happened (a/n: the reason I go to B instead of directly taking care of the kid myself is that that was what I had been told to do in the case of misbehaving children... let someone higher up than me take care of it). He came over to the station and cleaned up and spoke to MO again, who brought MB back to his computer, again.

I went back to shelving. And of course, MB reappeared, and started running through the children's section, and then decided that the the baskets for books (like the handheld one in the grocery store) are for sitting, standing, and jumping in. By this time, I think B and I were just like whatever, and he eventually tired himself out and passed out under the computer of MO an hour or so later.

But like I said. Kids are one of the reasons I love my job.